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(Bizzy)Little |
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Layzie made the plan up |
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And Wish said |
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I wouldn't bust |
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Til he was witness to my sickness, started pickin' em off |
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What? When |
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I was a baby, pops callin' me bitch, hurtin' my moms |
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Gimme the reason to stop your breathin' |
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And I will leave him eatin' lesions |
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I ain't even drop the bomb |
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In the nineties i'm at |
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Juvi,til I escaped in |
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Cleveland, sinnin' and shootin' |
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UzisYou won't punk me, a stack don't front me |
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No crack, put it up and laugh |
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And get with the |
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Bone Thugs mash |
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In the winter walkin', real weezy by myself |
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And dreams of hookin' with |
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Eazy made me queasy |
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Maybe no food and bad health |
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You see, my forefathers left me no wealth, put it in my loins |
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And plus, my groins stay poised |
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And only count on yourself |
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Damn, who would've found thanks, swing |
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I'm slickAnd even though |
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I'ma stick all of my shit, you better back off em, bitch |
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Remember crack them broads blastin' with |
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DeuceDeuce isn't missin' over some dick |
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I'm still laughin' on my mission(Chorus) |
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You gotta be careful where you go |
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You gotta be careful what you do |
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You gotta be careful who you use |
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You gotta be careful who you choose(Bizzy) |
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See, in the trenches with my henchmen |
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Respecting the blessings given on the commison |
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While my pops is all locked up in prison, |
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I miss him |
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With no child hood tales, |
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I was a daddy at twelve |
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Hell, I love my children all is well |
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Oh yeah, sell a key for payments |
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See my baby's need it daily |
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Lay Lay I see you're shady, huh |
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Niggas must be crazy |
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I love my lady but no way will she play me for pay, baby |
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And i'm down for mine, give up my money, money |
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Nigga, they can't fade me make it clear hustlin' year to year |
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Why don't you lend in need cause niggas is out here strugglin' |
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Holdin' back the tears, but it ain't nothin' |
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Somethin', somethin', but enough to blow up the functions |
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One of my homies that |
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I buck with, oh(Chorus: repeat 2X) |
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You gotta be careful where you go |
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You gotta be careful what you do |
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You gotta be careful who you use |
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You gotta be careful who you choose(Bizzy) |
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You know what |
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I tell her with hella attitude, do what you gotta do |
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Go fuck who you wanna fuck |
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Smoke with whoever you want to |
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Wait a minute when it might haunt you |
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And while every nigga in jail found the |
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LordCause it's time to visit the parole board |
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I stay strapped down, hold the gat down, hit the floor |
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I'm comin' up outta this motherfucker through the door |
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Niggas come when the money's abundant |
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But then start runnin' when it ain't no fun |
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And when the war gets close, and niggas get gun-sick |
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Tellin' me to think about my kids |
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Big bitch, swear to |
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God, they ain't punk |
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You can turn a ho into a house wife |
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Or fake niggas into real niggas |
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Where everyone wanna be in the limelight |
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Or they wanna be the niggas to kill on the frontline |
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Stickin to the message,cause other motherfuckers have you thinkin like prison |
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They ain't tryin to go to |
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HeavenMight as well pull out your weapon and blast yourself |
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I had a vision of a little division |
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I'm on a mission traveling the world |
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Talk to all the little children, the adults is fake |
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And don't listen, watch your back |
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A nigga had a premonition(Chorus) (repeat 'til fade) |
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You gotta be careful where you go |
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You gotta be careful what you do |
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You gotta be careful who you use |
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You gotta be careful who you choose |
